After 2+ years away, I have once again felt the scalding embrace of a hotel whirlpool/hot tub. Mah achin' back beseeched me to attempt a foray back into the soothing, searing waters, and so, swallowing back the image burned into my brain of lovers being (gee, so sorry!) coitus interruptus by yours truly (all I wanted was to get some steamy relief for my aching joints, and TRAUMATIZATION is what I got!), I resolutely marched myself downstairs, plunked into the tub, and was forced to relax. You know what? It was HOT (sweat-inducing) and wonderful.
(It probably helped that I had the entire pool room to myself.)
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